If you choose to write it isn’t impossible, or even unlikely, that one day someone you don’t know and have never met will pick up your words and start to get to know you. But if you don’t want to write, it doesn’t mean you have to miss out.

Throughout history there are all sorts of great storytellers, like the ancient Egyptians who scrawled pictures to praised their animal-headed gods, or the sleepy-eyed Buddha who wandered into the forest and was learnt to be at one with nature.

Many of these teachers have taken the time to tell us about what they learnt while they were alive. Within their books their thoughts lie waiting, stored inside these inky squiggles and circles we call words.

Not reading is the same as not listening. It’s like telling your grandma that you don’t care what she has to say, when in actual fact what she has to say might matter a great deal to you. You see, reading is a way of connecting with people from all walks of life.

It reminds us of something very important about life, which is that we’re not the only ones going through it. And I daresay there’s no finer, faster way to feel the truth of that remark than by sitting down with a good book.